102/365: The Threads Fall Out

I doubt.I dig.I turn over old storiesuntil the threads fall out.I question the linear tug,that legacy from beforewe translated days and nights into clocks.This happened and then this and then thismakes for simple knotsin a game of memorization,but this is not a history lessonor a famous poem.This is the story of the threads falling out.It's all been turned over,loose and old.I doubt.

I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.